The importance of gold coins

"Hey, you bitch, don't you know the rules here? You can't poach customers, got it?"

Seeing the woman's medieval attire, the vendor spoke with considerable disdain. Here, the more backward someone's era was, the lower their status, because their trades generally involved asking others to buy their goods.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, but I really need this weapon."

"Heh, kid, I suggest you think it through. Be careful that bitch doesn't rip you off."

The vendor produced a small fan from somewhere, crossed his legs, and began fanning himself. There was no way he would pay five gold coins for the gun on Lin Feng's back. In his eyes, it was only worth four gold coins.

After all, the world he came from could also manufacture firearms. He simply hadn't seen the shotgun on Lin Feng's back before.

If he knew the gun could only shoot at close range, he probably wouldn't even offer two gold coins.

"But I know who's offering more."

Lin Feng glanced at the vendor, then decided to trade with the woman.

He had two shotguns, so trading one away was no big deal, but he couldn't accept a price of two gold coins. Five was more like it.

The woman was delighted that Lin Feng was willing to trade with her. She took out five gold coins and bought his shotgun.

As for ammunition, Lin Feng was only willing to sell five rounds, since he didn't have much himself. The price was one gold coin.

"Sir, I don't have any gold coins left. Could I cover that last gold coin with leather, food, or other items?"

"Mm, that works. Show me your food."

"Of course!"

Seeing that Lin Feng was willing to accept food in trade, the woman's smile grew even brighter.

She then took the food she carried out of her knapsack.

There were lots of flatbreads. Lin Feng didn't know what kind they were, but they looked very hard.

Probably no one except people struggling to survive like them would accept this stuff, right?

"Give me five large flatbreads."

Lin Feng looked them over. He had to admit, they really were large-about two centimeters thick, with each one fully twice the size of his head.

In Lin Feng's opinion, five flatbreads were already plenty, perhaps even a little too much.

To his surprise, the woman agreed immediately.

Damn! I slipped up! I should've asked for more!

After completing the trade, Lin Feng stuffed the goods into his Leather Backpack, then continued browsing the Transaction Floor.

Most trades here were conducted with gold coins. Bartering was rare.

Lin Feng didn't buy anything after looking around. He still had too few gold coins, and upgrading the elevator was more important. Besides, since he could visit the Transaction Floor once, that meant he would come again.

Lin Feng had originally wanted to sell some things here too, but no one needed what he had to offer. After all, he could only spare some wood or iron.

He needed the food, antibiotics, and nutrient solution himself, so he couldn't sell those.

The reason Lin Feng kept holding on to the antibiotics was that he feared getting sick someday. With antibiotics, he could still pull through.

Just as Lin Feng was about to leave, he suddenly spotted a handgun identical to his own on a table.

Remembering that his handgun was out of ammunition, he figured this place should have the rounds he needed.

The stall's owner wore a black combat uniform, and the scar on his face made people somewhat afraid to approach him.

"Hello, boss."

"Hello. What do you need?"

The owner put down the grenade he had been toying with and asked.

"Do you have ammunition for this gun?"

"Yes. One gold coin for twenty rounds."

Hearing that, Lin Feng took out two gold coins.

The owner looked at Lin Feng, then put away the two gold coins and handed him two boxes. Each cardboard box contained twenty rounds.

After putting away the ammunition, Lin Feng was about to leave.

"Kid, remember to haggle when you buy things here."

The owner handed one gold coin back to Lin Feng as he spoke.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Lin Feng hurriedly thanked him. At the same time, he felt that the ammunition he had just sold seemed a little overpriced. He had charged one gold coin for ten rounds, yet here he had bought forty damn rounds for just one!

After thanking the owner for the reminder, Lin Feng left.

There was now just one hour left before the elevator closed.

To everyone else, Lin Feng vanished into thin air, but no one was surprised. After all, everyone vanished into thin air when they left this place.

"Whew, this floor is freaking amazing."

Lin Feng spoke with a burning gaze, becoming even more aware of the importance of gold coins. If he had enough, he could even buy a full suit of exoskeleton armor to wear.

But that was certainly beyond what he could afford right now.

At that point, Lin Feng opened the Chatroom, wanting to see whether anyone else had discovered the Transaction Floor like he had.

However, no one mentioned the Transaction Floor.

Most people were still chatting in the Chatroom, trading items, or sharing experiences.

As more and more empty elevators were discovered, trust between the survivors continued to decline. Only in the virtual space of the Chatroom could they communicate normally.

If they met in person, they would probably draw their blades halfway through a conversation.

Just then, a red dot appeared on Ye Hua's avatar.

Could the crossbow bolts I asked for be ready?

Ye Hua: [Hello, I've made five bolts so far. Would you like to try them out?]

Lin Feng: [Sure. I'll list something random on the exchange, then. Trade the crossbow bolts for it.]

Ye Hua: [All right.]

Lin Feng then listed a small piece of wood on the exchange and soon received five crossbow bolts.

He had to admit, the other man's craftsmanship really was good.

These crossbow bolts weren't much different from the ones provided by the system, except that their tips were wooden too.

They should have no trouble killing an unprotected person.

Lin Feng loaded the crossbow bolts and tested them. Finding their accuracy pretty good, he asked Ye Hua to make another thirty, then sent over the wood and food.

The food was still raw dinosaur meat, and the payment was one kilogram of raw meat.

Lin Feng still had a full seventy kilograms of raw meat stored in his Leather Backpack.

He had no shortage of the stuff.

After exercising for a while, Lin Feng realized it was already seven in the morning. He decided not to sleep at all, and after eating something, he continued exercising.

He had to admit, the body-strengthening pill provided by the system really was freaking effective.

It had instantly given someone like him, who hadn't worked out or exercised in a long time, the body of someone who had trained for over a decade.

Although it wasn't like the pills in novels, where taking one instantly turned you into a superhuman, Lin Feng was already very satisfied.